Gojyo blinks, and the cave (and the back of his own head) fade away, replaced by the ceiling of his room in Goku's treehouse temple. Usually, his dreams fade on waking -- if he can recall anything about them by the time he stumbles into the shower, it's usually because they were horrific scenes of watching all his loved ones die... or, worse, watching his loved ones turn away from him.
But this dream was different. It was... well, weird.
He doesn't smoke, but he finds himself craving a cigarette. He pads down the hallway (careful to avoid the hallway that goes past Hokuto's room -- he doesn't want to mess with that girl when she's been woken unexpectedly!) and heads for the back balcony. His too-small sweatpants aren't really enough to block out the wind -- it's been a cold night, and it's looking like it'll be a cold day -- but he puts the cold aside, breathing in sharply biting air and blowing out clouds of steam. It's like smoking! Kinda. ]
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Gojyo blinks, and the cave (and the back of his own head) fade away, replaced by the ceiling of his room in Goku's treehouse temple. Usually, his dreams fade on waking -- if he can recall anything about them by the time he stumbles into the shower, it's usually because they were horrific scenes of watching all his loved ones die... or, worse, watching his loved ones turn away from him.
But this dream was different. It was... well, weird.
He doesn't smoke, but he finds himself craving a cigarette. He pads down the hallway (careful to avoid the hallway that goes past Hokuto's room -- he doesn't want to mess with that girl when she's been woken unexpectedly!) and heads for the back balcony. His too-small sweatpants aren't really enough to block out the wind -- it's been a cold night, and it's looking like it'll be a cold day -- but he puts the cold aside, breathing in sharply biting air and blowing out clouds of steam. It's like smoking! Kinda. ]